Back when getting pregnant before marriage was considered a taboo that came with unthinkable consequences, a 19-year old girl fought all odds to save the child she was carrying. Julie Mannix was 3 months pregnant on November 22, 1963 when she was seated in the waiting room of the state hospital for the mentally disturbed.
Surrounded my family who would rather put her in a mental ward in the pretext of depression, Julie was faced with the most difficult choice of her life – either get an abortion and live a normal life, or have the baby and be confined within the hospital walls, shunned by her own family. Without a second thought, Julie chose the latter. Her choice definitely had consequences, but what also came of it was nothing short of a fairly tale.
Born to parents who sported a surprising mix of conventional and non-conventional values, Julie grew up in an eccentric household. Her father was a journalist and had traveled with a carnival sideshow as one of his first jobs. As a result, their Philadelphia home had a cheetah, a 15-foot python, a spider monkey, several ocelots, and a little fox cub, after which her father wrote,The Fox and the Hound.
Julie’s mother was a staunch Catholic, who would have never opted for abortion for her daughter under different circumstances. She was also a writer and an actress.